“Meissen, Meissen; my little lost sheep...rise, my child. Don’t look so frightened; you’re not in any trouble. Not this time, anyway…

“In truth, I’ve called you here to grant you a wonderful opportunity— you have been specially selected to take part in a rare ceremony! A ceremony called...uhhh...‘Model Preservation’! Yeah.

“You see, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that you are a very...‘special’ person. Your mind-code is particularly unique, containing some unusual cognitive patterns and abilities, and I believe it would be valuable to the legacy of the Ordered World to...preserve your body and mind for posterity.

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“Your frame will be encased in resin, and your brain will be returned to its factory settings, while the entire contents of your conscious mind are sealed in a special file within the Nebula’s databanks. Then, you will be displayed in a special chamber within this shrine...or wherever I decide to put you, I guess...and generations of Martians will be able to visit you and learn about you!

“Now, as you might expect, this great honor will require you to be...well, dead. But that shouldn’t bother you— as an expressly-manufactured Sanctified Servant, one who has only known devotion to Me and to the Nebula since the day you were born, I’m sure you’ll be more than happy to sacrifice yourself in this ceremony. Tomorrow. Right after the morning prayers. So, have a good night’s sleep, and I’ll see you then!

“Oh, and by the way: congratulations!”